Shara was off in the distance, away from everyone's perception, watching the other two fight the prince.
The prince was at a disadvantage clearly, but he fought with great vigor, dodging each one of their attacks and retaliating with his water sword.
His sword was quite interesting. It could send out jets of water thick enough to push someone like Oleander, who wore heavy plate armor. It had been mostly what had saved the prince from falling to the mace attack all this time.
The prince dodged the whips and the teleporting attacks, always just a step ahead. It was almost as if he was seeing the future, but surely that couldn't be true.
Shara's anger made it hard for her to focus on many things at the moment. All she really wanted to do was wait for the prince to get caught off guard so she could kill him.
Oh, how she wanted to kill him.
The prince stepped further back, surveying the surroundings. Then, his eyes fell where she was.
Shara panicked for a second. Could he see her?
